Alec and I were walking down a cobblestone street. I was swinging a bag full of bread that I was bringing home for mother, and Alec was walking briskly beside me. The sun was high and there were only a few puffs of cloud in the sky. Children were playing around us, darting through alleyways, yelling to each other.

Alec and I did not play.

We did not have friends. We were each other's companions. For brother and sister we got along surprisingly well.

That was because we were even more similar than most twins are.

Alec had always considered himself above childish things, like playing tag. Sometimes I yearned to run and play with the other children, but I did what Alec did, because even if I tried to play, the children would avoid me.

They were scared of me. I used to try talking to them, but if I looked directly into their eyes, their voices might become shaky and the fear would widen their eyes. I could see it.

It made me confused, but it also gave me a slight feeling of malice. As though I were trying to hurt them. But it was not intentional; I did not know what I was doing.

It was worse for Alec. Children wouldn't even try talking back to him. They would just freeze, terrified.

"Let's leave Jane," he would say. It these children would not befriend us, we would have to be each other's friends. It was better this way.

Even Mother and Father would sometimes act oddly around us. I rarely disrespected either of them, but if I ever did they wouldn't punish me like most parents would. They would just look confused and frightened, like I'd just given them an order they could not disobey. Like trained dogs who did not know the command they were given and who were afraid of punishment should they do the wrong thing. It was as though I had some mysterious power over them that they should be wary about.

This too made me feel malicious. When my parents acted like that around me, I could feel a hunger for more power inside me.

They acted the same around Alec, too. They were afraid of us.

I never felt fear looking into Alec's eyes. They were the exact same eyes as mine.

We continued to walk along the street.

Brother and sister.

Twins.

Each other's only friend.

Please review this, anyone who reads. Hardly anyone reads stuff about Jane and Alec. In one day I've only gotten four hits, so I need some feedback. Even if you're not that big a Jane and Alec fan, just comments on my writing style would be much appreciated. Chapter 2 will be coming soon, this story will begain to get much more interesting.

Also, if you're wondering why people react this way around Jane and Alec, I did that because Stephanie Meyer says that the Volturi had their eye on these children for a long time and were forced to change them early. There had to be a reason for why the Volturi specifically targeted Jane and Alec, so this was it, they invoke fear in others. Any questions about the story? Just ask and I'll message you.